Maxton walking into the restaurant with his family drew eyes from the people in the restaurant. Most of them glanced once and went back to their business, but others who caught notice of his scar stared causing the pinprick of tension to grip his shoulders.
Maxton hated when people stared without care of the person's discomfort or privacy.
The older woman noticing how uncomfortable her son was getting from the stares on him dialed back a bit to walk alongside him.
Her eyes caught one of a middle-aged blonde who kept on looking at her son and she glared sharply at her causing the blonde to look away.
Maxton knew what his mother did and he was grateful even if he didn't comment on it.
" Where the hell is that brother of yours? I hope is not out with some w***e, because I told him h
